Brandon's pov

"No, no, no!" I grabbed at my hair as I read the note.

There's no way she would just leave! She can't leave! She just can't! She's mine. Mine mine mine! Fuck!

I look around the bedroom and notice the missing suitcase and a few missing items and such. Odd, she didn't take her favorite pair of shoes or any of her jewelry.

Ugh, I can't believe I'm so into Sherlocking that I haven't called her yet.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. We could work this out, we aren't over.

Ring right ring

"This is an automatic voice messaging system, please leave a message after the beep."

Beep!

"Baby, please don't do this. Please come home. I'm so sorry, we can work this out." I said tearing up, how can she just be gone?

After I sent the voicemail, I started to pack my things. If she didn't come home within a couple of days, I didn't want to be the reason she's homeless. This is her house more than it is mine.

Fuck, what am I even saying? Of course she'll come back. She loves me, I know she does. I...I know she does...

Damian's pov

"Hey, shh, come here." I beckoned the innocent girl sobbing in front of me as I wrapped my arms around her, causing her to flinch before she relaxed.

"I-I'm so sorry, I just, I haven't been without him for years and I don't know what I'll do now." Ella spoke through her tears.

"Hey, you'll be okay. I'll protect you. I swear I will, no matter what." I say aloud, holding her close.

My god how badly I just wanted to kiss her, to feel her sweet, sweet lips against mine. To have her skin run against my own. Fuck, I am becoming obsessed with her and it's so hard not to just keep her here forever.

'Just lock her in the closet if she tries to get away, no one will know.'

'Are you stupid?! Let the girl choose to stay! Don't force her!'

'You're going to let her slip away aren't you? Just like the last girl.'

'Let her go. If she truly wants to stay, she'll stay.'

My head was at war with itself as I watched the precious girl in my arms fall asleep. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

I stroked her hair gently before carefully tucking her into bed, making sure not to wake her up. I wanted her to feel safe and okay again, but how the fuck was I supposed to do that when I'm an assassin for hell's sake.

I am literally a demon, a messenger from the underworld, a killer, a machine, I'm not supposed to be weak. But around her, I feel human, normal, complete without having to fill the void with bloodshed.

She was my kryptonite and I'm letting her stay in my house. What an idiot... She can't stay here, I'll just end up hurting her. I'm a plague, I don't want to spread my darkness into her. She's perfect, innocent, flawless, an angel.

My angel.

_____________________
A/N Sorry for the short chapter, a hint of writer's block is upon me. Hopefully, it'll clear up soon. Au revoir!